I think i told this story here but ill tell it again.
5th grade, jerking was the cool thing to do where i was at and i was really passionate about it. this random nigga was talking hella s*** and was puttin smut on my name for weeks, so i told bro to meet up in the field for a jerking (dance) competition. We told the whole school that we gon wash him, got my crew together and practiced for like a week.
Most of the school stayed after class to watch. I didnt sweat it, i really lived this jerking s***. Doing pindrop chains around the field with an orange mohawk. I Practiced every day and had the whole look. In general, our crews swag was immaculate for the time.
This dude and his crew dressed like computer scientists, it was laughable. Never seen him dance before either. I was actually passionate about dancing so i thought this was gonna be light work.
I was wrong , competition started and we went first, we flopped hard. Niggas forgot the routine last minute. We all just ended up rejecting in a circle and doing random pin drops. A week of choreo down the drain. Crush laughing at me too. All bad.
To make matters worse, this random nigga and his crew were actually god tier dancers. They was jumping over niggas, doing craaazzyy footwork. and bro hit us with a back flip into a pin drop to end it all. I Couldnt believe it.
We literally got laughed off the field man. It was tragic. School wasnt the same, i hung it up, spent my days in shame and became kind of a recluse, reading books and listening to albums by myself. Loss was so bad, even my grandma knew and started picking me up from school early from time to time.
the kids today would say that i went into aura debt.
"5th grade, jerking was the cool thing to do where i was at and i was really passionate about it."
He just like me fr
Was busy making out with this girl, she asked if I had condoms and my response was "No, I don't. Why?"
I think i told this story here but ill tell it again.
5th grade, jerking was the cool thing to do where i was at and i was really passionate about it. this random nigga was talking hella s*** and was puttin smut on my name for weeks, so i told bro to meet up in the field for a jerking (dance) competition. We told the whole school that we gon wash him, got my crew together and practiced for like a week.
Most of the school stayed after class to watch. I didnt sweat it, i really lived this jerking s***. Doing pindrop chains around the field with an orange mohawk. I Practiced every day and had the whole look. In general, our crews swag was immaculate for the time.
This dude and his crew dressed like computer scientists, it was laughable. Never seen him dance before either. I was actually passionate about dancing so i thought this was gonna be light work.
I was wrong , competition started and we went first, we flopped hard. Niggas forgot the routine last minute. We all just ended up rejecting in a circle and doing random pin drops. A week of choreo down the drain. Crush laughing at me too. All bad.
To make matters worse, this random nigga and his crew were actually god tier dancers. They was jumping over niggas, doing craaazzyy footwork. and bro hit us with a back flip into a pin drop to end it all. I Couldnt believe it.
We literally got laughed off the field man. It was tragic. School wasnt the same, i hung it up, spent my days in shame and became kind of a recluse, reading books and listening to albums by myself. Loss was so bad, even my grandma knew and started picking me up from school early from time to time.
the kids today would say that i went into aura debt.
I think i told this story here but ill tell it again.
5th grade, jerking was the cool thing to do where i was at and i was really passionate about it. this random nigga was talking hella s*** and was puttin smut on my name for weeks, so i told bro to meet up in the field for a jerking (dance) competition. We told the whole school that we gon wash him, got my crew together and practiced for like a week.
Most of the school stayed after class to watch. I didnt sweat it, i really lived this jerking s***. Doing pindrop chains around the field with an orange mohawk. I Practiced every day and had the whole look. In general, our crews swag was immaculate for the time.
This dude and his crew dressed like computer scientists, it was laughable. Never seen him dance before either. I was actually passionate about dancing so i thought this was gonna be light work.
I was wrong , competition started and we went first, we flopped hard. Niggas forgot the routine last minute. We all just ended up rejecting in a circle and doing random pin drops. A week of choreo down the drain. Crush laughing at me too. All bad.
To make matters worse, this random nigga and his crew were actually god tier dancers. They was jumping over niggas, doing craaazzyy footwork. and bro hit us with a back flip into a pin drop to end it all. I Couldnt believe it.
We literally got laughed off the field man. It was tragic. School wasnt the same, i hung it up, spent my days in shame and became kind of a recluse, reading books and listening to albums by myself. Loss was so bad, even my grandma knew and started picking me up from school early from time to time.
the kids today would say that i went into aura debt.
That ending has me SCREAMING
This one time I was hanging out with a girl in New Orleans I was pretty good friends with and had a conversation about what it’s like when looking back on old friends from high school. I got really carried away talking about losers from my high school and was like man I really don’t respect people who despite their opportunities in life end up basically not accomplishing anything and are post-college age but still living with parents and don’t have real jobs/etc. she was like “oh haha isn’t that kinda me though?” And I was just with an almost immediate reaction just deadpan like “uh yeah but you’re a woman”
Still think about that one regularly
I think i told this story here but ill tell it again.
5th grade, jerking was the cool thing to do where i was at and i was really passionate about it. this random nigga was talking hella s*** and was puttin smut on my name for weeks, so i told bro to meet up in the field for a jerking (dance) competition. We told the whole school that we gon wash him, got my crew together and practiced for like a week.
Most of the school stayed after class to watch. I didnt sweat it, i really lived this jerking s***. Doing pindrop chains around the field with an orange mohawk. I Practiced every day and had the whole look. In general, our crews swag was immaculate for the time.
This dude and his crew dressed like computer scientists, it was laughable. Never seen him dance before either. I was actually passionate about dancing so i thought this was gonna be light work.
I was wrong , competition started and we went first, we flopped hard. Niggas forgot the routine last minute. We all just ended up rejecting in a circle and doing random pin drops. A week of choreo down the drain. Crush laughing at me too. All bad.
To make matters worse, this random nigga and his crew were actually god tier dancers. They was jumping over niggas, doing craaazzyy footwork. and bro hit us with a back flip into a pin drop to end it all. I Couldnt believe it.
We literally got laughed off the field man. It was tragic. School wasnt the same, i hung it up, spent my days in shame and became kind of a recluse, reading books and listening to albums by myself. Loss was so bad, even my grandma knew and started picking me up from school early from time to time.
the kids today would say that i went into aura debt.
If they don’t make this the plot of the next Step Up movie
Leaning back in my chair at my desk in middle school and fell all the way back. Everyone laughed at me
This one time I was hanging out with a girl in New Orleans I was pretty good friends with and had a conversation about what it’s like when looking back on old friends from high school. I got really carried away talking about losers from my high school and was like man I really don’t respect people who despite their opportunities in life end up basically not accomplishing anything and are post-college age but still living with parents and don’t have real jobs/etc. she was like “oh haha isn’t that kinda me though?” And I was just with an almost immediate reaction just deadpan like “uh yeah but you’re a woman”
Still think about that one regularly
F***
Yeah this is a middle of the night memory special
This one time I was hanging out with a girl in New Orleans I was pretty good friends with and had a conversation about what it’s like when looking back on old friends from high school. I got really carried away talking about losers from my high school and was like man I really don’t respect people who despite their opportunities in life end up basically not accomplishing anything and are post-college age but still living with parents and don’t have real jobs/etc. she was like “oh haha isn’t that kinda me though?” And I was just with an almost immediate reaction just deadpan like “uh yeah but you’re a woman”
Still think about that one regularly
I think i told this story here but ill tell it again.
5th grade, jerking was the cool thing to do where i was at and i was really passionate about it. this random nigga was talking hella s*** and was puttin smut on my name for weeks, so i told bro to meet up in the field for a jerking (dance) competition. We told the whole school that we gon wash him, got my crew together and practiced for like a week.
Most of the school stayed after class to watch. I didnt sweat it, i really lived this jerking s***. Doing pindrop chains around the field with an orange mohawk. I Practiced every day and had the whole look. In general, our crews swag was immaculate for the time.
This dude and his crew dressed like computer scientists, it was laughable. Never seen him dance before either. I was actually passionate about dancing so i thought this was gonna be light work.
I was wrong , competition started and we went first, we flopped hard. Niggas forgot the routine last minute. We all just ended up rejecting in a circle and doing random pin drops. A week of choreo down the drain. Crush laughing at me too. All bad.
To make matters worse, this random nigga and his crew were actually god tier dancers. They was jumping over niggas, doing craaazzyy footwork. and bro hit us with a back flip into a pin drop to end it all. I Couldnt believe it.
We literally got laughed off the field man. It was tragic. School wasnt the same, i hung it up, spent my days in shame and became kind of a recluse, reading books and listening to albums by myself. Loss was so bad, even my grandma knew and started picking me up from school early from time to time.
the kids today would say that i went into aura debt.
"In general, our crews swag was immaculate for the time."
I've intentionally placed all of them into a vault which re-opens at random times, but most consistently when I'm lying in bed alone with my thoughts. I cannot access them at this time, nor do I want to. Please understand.
when I thought I won 10Gs off a scratcher and was giddy in front of everyone at a family holiday party... turned out not to be a winner. that one hurt.
When I was about 16 there was a girl in school who at 3 different occasions initiated contact/showed signs of interest and I was too young, naive and nervous to do anything about it, smh.
At one time, she just popped up outta nowhere when I was standing in the lunch line. There was plenty of space around for her and her friend and yet she stood herself right next to me, brushing her arm against mine while leaning her hips towards me, but I just froze and didn't do nothing about it.
Another day I was on the train on my way to school. Who do I see sitting there? That same girl (she apparently lived pretty close to me), and then outta nowhere she moved up out of her seat and sat on another seat that was free slightly across from me, then she pulled up a little mirror and started doing her make-up.
"She don't like you dawg that's just wishful thinking" Well then mr Grinch, how about this:
Another day, following the aforementioned events, I was in the computer room at school where there's lots of computers that we can use during breaks and such. I was at one of the computers there, and guess who shows up and sits right next to me - that same girl, and this time she actually initiated a conversation with me - and I think I answered 1 question and then I just froze up and pretended I didn't hear her next question cus I got shook and nervous, and after that, it was over. I stayed single that year.
Remaining aura points: 0
Sometimes you just wanna go back in time with your present mind because as a youngin' you lacked the confidence or experience or knowledge to do things the way you might've wanted.